Widow Pellets Teaser

Ep 172s

...We're in the same boat. You always help me. However, a man was unable to put his feet on two boats at once. You either take a boat with me or you choose to be with him....

..._Puspa_'s chat...

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Puspa pursed his nose sharply. It was as if the smell of sea salt water was still sniffing in his nose, and the salty sea water was still smudged in his tongue.

"It's so bad!" puspa growled awake. He stood down jumping and stared at the wall clock. Looks pitch-black. However, he decided to wake up again.

"Who is that woman?" One question was piqued like a fireball that burned Puspa's brain. He immediately stepped out. Heading to the room that Jack usually inhabits if he doesn't want to sleep with him.

The deg! Like a horse-whipped Puspa's heart. Puspa drove to the door.

Clamps! Clamps! Clamps! Door locked. The woman seemed to take a long breath. However, this was not a stalemate for him. He still has the key. He immediately turned his bow of steps towards the key storage drawer. The drawer was just below the vois chamber of the stairs. He walked quietly towards the room under the void of stairs.

Silent. The steps are made as quickly as possible. As if, he did not want to be caught if he had become a thief on a blind morning.

Taps! Taps! Taps! Puspa steps become more noisy when reaching the peratama floor. His noisy feet led him to the spare key storage box. The small room looked dark, a little lighting came from the lights that were refracted at that darkest angle.

The deg! Puspa's heart house is shaking. It was as if he had not only found the key to the room door. However, he also found the answer key. Who's the lady? The woman's mysterious gaze seemed capable of killing him in one pat swatting of a fly. A look that can hit the heart.

Clamps! Drawer door lock storage box open. It vibrates! it vibrates! so vibrating! when Puspa's hand is palpated, grasp each key that depends on each U hook. His eyes pierced through the darkness. His hand grabbed each key child to the dim lighting, spelling out the key name labels one after another changing. Eventually, he found the right key.

Main room key.

The deg! Puspa heart jump. Puspa had found the key to the main room. He held one key. However, it seemed to be holding a knife in his hand, and wanted to tear apart someone who was a mystery and hide in the main room.

Puspa stepped out of the small, stuffy room, with that foul air. He took every step of the stairs. Right now, he did not want to rush over, as if he liked the prudence to encounter the secret hiding within the master room. The secret that is hiding.

"We're in the same boat. You always help me. However, a man was unable to put his feet on two boats at once. You choose to take a boat with me or choose to be with her" Puspa grumbled to himself, blaming the man who always gave her a place. Walk as far as possible. Now, he was standing at the front door of the main room.

Puspa let out a long sigh, as if arranging every rhythm inside his chest to calm down. The rhythm that was like the sound of the battle roar deafened his ears. He put the key on the keyhole.

"Jack, what secrets do you have? Even the wind has to whisper away to go check your room?"

Clamps! Clamps! The sound of the key child spinning twice. Cret! The door was pushed slowly. The light of the corridor lamp gives rectangular lighting in conical to the dark room.

Puspa hand fingers touch the wall next to the door frame. Locating switch. Clamps! Lights on. Room looks bright.

Puspa stepped his foot on the door line. His pair of eyes circulated randomly as if searching for every trace and evidence, and the terminal stop of his pair of eyes fell on the canvas frame that hung on the wall of the room that became the background of the head of the bed.

A pair of Puspa eyes glared. His tongue wanted to deflect the framed woman's figure.

"The haunted woman? You've kept it here for a long time! In your own room!"

Puspa's eye light dimmed. His gaze fell staring at each floor tile, the raindrops seemed to fall a dot two touching each finger of his foot.

Disgust. Remembering every maggot was coming out of every pore of his face.

"You keep a haunted woman. Hiding behind me. Call yourself Qais and she's Layla."

Puspa. His eyes became darker. It was as if the flames of jealousy had burned through his entire logic. He jumped into bed. Lowering the face of a framed woman, and she slammed hard, dropping the framed canvas onto the floor. The plot! Wood crumpled canvas board sounds broken.

A pair of Puspa's legs came down slowly from the bed. He trample pictures. As if, he did not want his man's mind to have been stretched by a woman who looks to draw his body and heart.

Keep treading. As if, he had stomped every feature of the woman under his feet.

"You're a nobody? Even if those two demons are supporting you. You won't be able to kill me!"

Puspa frowned. His pair of eyes narrowed and folded as if all arrogance was falling towards the bottom of the valley. How can he find victory over two female demons that seem to affect the universe. Those two famous names.

Grandma Mayang. Grandma Arum.

The two demonic woman names overlapped, filling Puspa's universe of thoughts. His knees loosely fell to the floor. It was as if every bolt of his leg joint had been plucked. He sat piercing the framed canvas and chuckled with tears in his eyes.

Puspa's pair of foggy eyes stirred up emotions of sadness. Views began to shimmer, and the vague image of the brush-faced woman, turned into a figure he hated. Ugly babu.

"ugly ashtray?" Puspa pangling will have his own eyesight.  The entire air in his chest cavity, had thinned out. Only the waves of sobs that look rolling hit the beach. The sound of the waves ripples like the sound of mermaids who are stranded and trapped in a fishing net.

"No! Nah! Nah! I'm not going to be a fish!" Puspa. Take that picture. Smothering the brush woman in her chest. He limped with heavy footprints stepping on each ceramic box, weighing each step down the stairs that looked so steep. It's heavy on the load. As if he was walking instead of carrying a woman in a brush. Precisely, he seemed to walk carrying a corpse that was difficult to move. Making his every move should bend as deeply as possible.

"Host girl! You're nuts! You're terror! You bomb!" maki Puspa is like a bullet wounding an opponent in his hand sling. He continued to limp along as if dragging such a heavy corpse away with him.

Clamps! The kitchen door opens. Green carpet is visible. The breeze of the blind morning wind greeted him, a cold sensation piercing the flesh to his bones. Pierced. The whole plumage of Rome stood tense.  However, his pair of eyes flashed towards the trash cremation tub. He carried in a burst of spirit fire, towards the trash cremation tub.

Platyakk! Puspa throws the picture to the bottom of the cremation tub. He chuckled as if he had slaughtered his great enemy. He returned to the kitchen in a hurry. Check each kitchen drawer. Shredding each storage box. Until he finally found what he wanted. Find a gas match.

The tip of his lips swooped slanted. It was as if the satisfaction had found the right weapon to burn. He ran out as fast as he could. His steps were like a child who was flushed with fear, towards the cremation tub.

Yosh! Yosh! Sighs after reaching the terminal line of stop. Puspa sat crouched on the edge of the cremation tub. The tech! Close open gas match lighter. Then, a small fire lit up. Finely clamping hand fingers move to the end of the frame, she puts a small flame on the bottom corner of the picture.

Like a small candle. Hollow out the lining of canvas fabric. The small flame slowly pierced through the canvas layer and scooped greedily in an orange-yellow flame, very quickly.

"Burn. Let you be ashes!"

Scorched. Nothing left. The orange yellow flame slowly extinguished later.

Puspa retreated carrying his body standing back into his house. While the brush woman had become ashes, and as breezy as the morning breeze blindly flew the ashes away into the sky.

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